Poets prospectA Poem by PólThe poet's prospect a brow furrowed from the landscape the incision, long a wound so deep cut from granite rock flowing; east to west trapped, from time to time in a backwater, stagnant an abyss 'til the ebb and flow of meandering thought throws creative light, and marks the path that leads; often to defeat but also ... from time to time glory.
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